Thursday, 31 December 2015

A phone that calls the dead

The quantum mechanics prove that you are exist.
I admire your tendency to find meaningful patterns in meaningless noise.

In sorrowful I am,
I regret,
On the venture to adhere,
Whereabout to happen,
I simply lost the bond.

In particular way,
An honest reverence I deliver,
To you.

Such a mischievous return to your tragic kingdom.

I am sorry.

Wednesday, 30 December 2015

(still) unsolved conundrum

I remember the sea salt water
I remember the sand and the sunburnt
I remember the hazy sunday
I remember now I had forgotten what solicitude made of